In the eyes of the beasts in the courtyard, I look like this:
"A loser whose father has just died, all his money has been spent, his home has been evacuated, and he is about to die of illness."
The first uncle Yi Zhonghai said: "This child will not live for three days, so don't worry about it."
The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, said: "It's a shame for him to put his table in my house!"
Jia Zhangshi: "His stove belongs to me, no one dares to touch it!"
But actually, here's what I do:
"A forty-ton humanoid Gundam that can push Yi Zhonghai's head into a big tea vat, crush Zhongguan Weimeng's bangs with one punch, and kick Jia Zhang back into her mother's womb with one kick."
They don't know.
I coughed like I was going to die in front of Yi Zhonghai, then walked into the police station with a list of belongings.
I cried heartbrokenly in front of Director Wang, but in my mind I was thinking about how to make them lose money until they lost their pants.
They thought I was acting in the first level of "survival through misery".
I was actually playing the fifth level of "Killing with a Borrowed Knife."
Silly Zhu is still calling me bad luck?
Very good. Once the police leave, I will let him try what a real "physical dimensionality reduction strike" is.
(Sneering) "Next, it's time to serve you some hard food."
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It has the strength of steel coils and the muscle density to resist Italian artillery without any damage.
It has the strength of steel coils and the muscle density to resist Italian artillery without any damage.